Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Lin Yuan's eyes were dark and deep, and Zhou Wanwan's angry face was reflected in his eyes.

He didn't care and chuckled lightly.

His deep voice stirred Zhou Wanwan's emotions.

This was the first time in Zhou Wanwan's life that a sword had been held to her neck like this. Lin Yuan's laughter at that moment meant the sword had penetrated three-tenths of an inch into her flesh.

This made her even angrier.

"Let me go." Zhou Wanwan looked up at Lin Yuan, her tone as cold as frost.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan remained motionless, only saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhou, are you satisfied with my abilities?"

Zhou Wanwan glanced at him, showing no intention of taking back Lin Yuan's words.

She knew that Lin Yuan wouldn't actually do it.

Just as Zhou Wanwan had thought, Lin Yuan wouldn't kill her.

After all, he had no reason to create this trouble for himself.

but......

Making the other person unhappy is an easy thing to do.

Zhou Wanwan remained silent.

Lin Yuan then remained silent.

Anyway, the sword wasn't held to his neck.

Not long after, Zhou Wanwan's gaze met Lin Yuan's again.

Then, with a forced smile and gritted teeth, he said, "Satisfied!"

In the end, Zhou Wanwan was the first to give in.

"That's good." Lin Yuan smiled and moved the sword away from Zhou Wanwan's neck.

Zhou Wanwan, now free, immediately glared angrily at Lin Yuan.

Then, with a swift grab of her right hand, the sword that had been in Lin Yuan's hand returned to her own.

Lin Yuan didn't care when he saw this.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhou has already witnessed my abilities, then just trust me." Lin Yuan's gaze fell on Zhou Wanwan, his voice carrying a smile, yet inexplicably convincing.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wanwan gave a light snort and deliberately provoked Lin Yuan, saying, "Gong Wujue's spiritual root has been repaired. How many days do you think the Rejuvenation Pearl on his body can wait for you?"

Under Zhou Wanwan's suspicious gaze, Lin Yuan remained calm and said, "Spiritual root repair? I've never heard of such a thing."

Zhou Wanwan couldn't discern anything from Lin Yuan's eyes, and then slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you'd better act as soon as possible."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Lin Yuan watched Zhou Wanwan's departing figure, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Although Gong Wujue's restoration of his spiritual root was not a big secret, the Gong clan had not publicized it extensively.

Only a few days have passed, yet Zhou Wanwan is so well-informed?

Lin Yuan stroked his chin, realizing he needed to be more careful in the future.

As for the Rejuvenating Pearl...

It's impossible to give it to them, but we can't do nothing either.

After all, with Zhou Wanwan and Gongsun Yan combined, he really didn't have the strength to fight them head-on.

Looking out the window at the clouds that filled the sky, Lin Yuan thought to himself: In the cultivation world now, he was probably not even as good as a floating cloud.

The reason he was able to deal with Zhou Wanwan so effectively today was because he realized that Zhou Wanwan had no intention of killing him.

Moreover, this is ultimately the territory of the Gong Clan, and she dared not take any real action due to her many concerns.

But what if in the future...?

As Lin Yuan thought of this, his gaze deepened.

He told himself that he had to become stronger.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan went to the spirit room.

Sun Laoda had already mastered the intermediate level of the Azure Light Palm technique last time, and now he was preparing to continue learning the advanced level.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the quiet room. He did not immediately practice the palm technique, but first repeatedly visualized the contents of the technique in his mind.

The control of spiritual energy in the advanced stage is several times more complex than that in the intermediate stage, involving several hidden meridians. If there is the slightest mistake, the palm force will not be formed, and one's own meridians will be damaged first.

After a long while, he slowly raised his right palm, and the spiritual energy within his body began to circulate along a completely new path.

At first, when the spiritual energy flowed through those unfamiliar meridians, it brought waves of needle-like throbbing pain, and the blue light that appeared in the palm of his hand was also somewhat dim and uncertain, making it difficult to concentrate.

But he kept his mind focused, precisely guiding each strand of spiritual energy, constantly adjusting the intensity and frequency of its output.

Once, twice...